There was snow on the mountains at the beginning of the hiking season, and we appear to have come full circle. But tall brown grasses dress the scene for fall. Permanent snowfields are waiting to be recharged. Light dances off the clear water, daring the ice to reappear.
The sun is still warm, but the wind blows off the high mountains, full of an icy edge. Sue, Shirley, and I braved the breeze to enjoy the incredible view from the shore of Bierstadt.
Returning through Mill Creek Basin, the aspens have all shed their leaves. A herd of elk had found a quiet meadow, away from the throngs near Moraine Park. Bugling echoed in the surrounding forest, but we only glimpsed a few heading into the solitude of the surrounding forest.
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